Misunderstood but in Love By Srimoyee Dutta Shlok, a young man of twenty-four, was seated at a table fidgeting with the bracelet on his hand, seemed quite anxious and nervous as he peered over his shoulder from time to time. He appeared to be awaiting someone's arrival. Clean-shaven, he was dressed in a white shirt and grey jeans. When his blue eyes caught a young lady wearing a yellow top and white shorts come his way, he got up to greet her. He was tall. This young lady named Sakshi was twenty-eight years old. She had beady grey eyes and straight brown locks that fell to her shoulders. She had plump pink lips, a curvy body smooth soft skin the color of cream. She had just received an urgent text from Shlok. He wanted to meet her as he had to tell her something important. Sakshi wondered what it could be. If it was what she feared it was, Sakshi was in trouble. She would be embarrassed. Sakshi had spent her last four years with Shlok. Since her car accident four years ago, when